Devil Teacher

1.

"An illusion?"

"Yes, perhaps... it's an illusion. Because you have no reason to ignore me. How much you love and care for me... so it's not your fault."

"Are you sure you're mistaken?"

"Yes... I think... I'm sure... maybe... it was a little delusional..."

"So, all Eugene's anger has been caused by the illusion?"

"No... that's..."

Eugene's words were briefly blocked.

In the first place, what was said to be an illusion was a dodgy answer to the oppressive question of euphoria.

There can be no right logic in place to support that.

"Well, that's the problem. I'm not really curious. Let me ask you one more question instead. Why do you think you made that mistake?"

"Well, the illusion that you're ignoring me?"

"Yeah, that."

"Because you didn't listen to me about the problem that I clearly told you about."

There are no grumbling tones.

I can only see the reluctance to resist the planting of the eucalyptus.

"Because I didn't listen properly... Isn't Eugene being too sensitive?"

".... Yes?"

"In the first place, it's not as ambiguous as it used to be. It's a good couple, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's right."

"But only with that..."

"Not just like that..."

No matter how minor it may be, we should respect each other's doctors.

Eugene tried to refute Eugene.

However, as if the rebuttal was not worth listening to, Eugene used the part she lacked and pressed Eugene.

"This is the first time Eugene's ever been in a relationship, right?"

"... yes, Sam is my first boyfriend."

"I don't think Eugene knows much yet. The other couples are stubborn, even angry, and all this? Just like you said, after today, we're going back to Korea. Couldn't it have been better?"

Strange.

It's always the same sweet voice.

Somehow scary.

I felt the pressure of being crushed with a thick cotton.

"I'm sorry..."

"I told you I didn't want to hear you say sorry."

Everything she says is refuted.

Even if I'm sorry, this is not something I want to say. I can't say it until the end.

Something....

It's not something.

But there was no way to pinpoint what the problem was.

A rebuttal or plea is made while denying the other person's opinion to some extent.

Because there is no desire to deny the Eucharist.

"I want to hear Eugene's thoughts. I think Eugene has done a good job so far. Because of course I've come to think of you more than anyone. Is that right?"

"Exactly..."

"And yet Eugene attacked me with a fitting on his neck for the same minor thing."

"Sam... stop... I was really wrong. Please stop..."

"Remember what you said earlier? You think I'm selfish? Let's look at the situation one step at a time. Who was this really selfish person?"

"Phew... Phew... Sir... I was an idiot... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The work he was doing was very light gasification.

It's a kind of mind control, in a way, that pressurizes the other person through minor words and actions and makes Amri accept his opinions.

If Eugene's condition were perfectly normal.

For example, Eugene's mother didn't die.

If Eugene had had time to face grief and sublimate,

If you hadn't been induced by a parasitic state of mind,

Eugene would have felt offended and furious by the euphoric attitude of holding the horse's tail and pressuring her.

Absolutely.

Human self-esteem exists to protect oneself.

Even if she had a discreet voice, she would not have accepted all her decisions and the euphemism of suppressing her sovereign thinking.

But the baby girl is weak.

A borderline personality disorder is so devastating that it collapses.

One teacher who became a lover that you could rely on in that situation.

Is Eugene really going to be able to get rid of you?

The answer was:

Eugene burst into tears.

Seeing tears is the act of giving up logical objections and protecting oneself with distinct compassion and compassion.

In other words, it also implicitly means to accept the euphemism.

This is enough for today.

Euthanasia didn't intend to get too attached from the start.

It therefore hugs Eugene.

Eugene, who had heard harsh words so far, ran to the eunuch who had been oppressing him for so long, holding him tight.

Like there's only one person left in the world who can protect her.

"I'm sorry, too. I think it was too much."

"No... no..."

"I love you, too, you know? If anything goes wrong, we have to fix it so we can build an old relationship."

"That's right... you're right..."

What conversations are going on in Eugene's head right now.

Nothing remained about what absurd pressure was directed at him.

I just didn't let the teacher leave.

It was of paramount importance to me that I was no longer angry.

"I don't want to do this either... I can't be as angry and subjective as I just got out of the picture... What am I supposed to do? It seems strange... Sir... please don't hate me... I will never do that in the future..."

"No, I said it because I thought it was a problem that I had to go over once. I'm not leaving Eugene for this much."

I held Eugene in my arms, implying that I would leave her at any time.

It seems so precious.

With loving and affectionate hands, I stroked my head and kissed all over my face.

"Eugene's not ready yet. I was so urgent."

Even in tone or tone, the nuances of words change easily.

It seems to be a dialogue that coordinated each other's opinions, but Yuan has never said his fault until now.

All of these disturbances were naturally caused by Eugene's immaturity.

And Eugene accepted it in an impatient mind.

The same is true now.

"No, there's nothing wrong with you... it's all my fault..."

Eugene stretched his body as if he had been given a narcotic analgesic, with a dazzling expression.

I felt like I was barely rescued before drowning and suffocating.

The two of them held each other for a while.

Eugene opened his mouth first.

It was a buzzing voice somewhere.

Maybe his head got a little weird because he was liberated from excessive stress.

"You know..."

"Speak comfortably. Eugene listened to me, so I solved it well."

Eugene hugs him once again while enjoying his stroke of the head.

And ask about things I've wondered about a few days ago but haven't asked.

"Sam, will you stay with us when we get back?"

"What?"

"I think I have nowhere else to go, and I'm going to live alone... I think I'll be strong if I stay with you."

I thought I'd come up with something like that.

No, it was much later than I thought.

Life apart from the eunuchs will be suffering itself.

And I arranged the answers in advance.

It is a rejection.

"No, I don't think so."

"... because I haven't listened very well lately, have you?"

"That's not the problem."

"Then why?"

Eugene asked as if he was anxious.

So far, the teacher has stayed together in a hotel room for herself in distress.

It's been less than a month, but life without him is hard to imagine.

Just imagining having to sleep alone apart from the teacher led to the loss of the feeling that one corner of the body had been cut off.

"I've been with Eugene so far, so don't feel bad about it. Of course you like it, but it's also a big part of protecting me from bad thoughts. But now Eugene seems to have regained stability, and I have to deal with things that I didn't."

"Heeing...."

I knew that the teacher would stay at the hotel with him too much.

I can't write this pack anymore to the teacher who took such a hard time for herself.

Even if I didn't want to be hated by him....

Eugene's mouth pops out in disappointment.

Then I really wanted to say that today was my last chance to be like you.

"Yoon Chan. You didn't get it earlier, did you?"

Eugene clenches his body to him, disguising his mistakes and laying his hands on the eucalyptus object.

In retrospect, his behavior was not habitual enough to stun his head.

I'm just so mad at you that you stopped.

To make up for the mistakes I made earlier, and perhaps make you feel better so that you want to be together as soon as possible.

Eugene intended to use his body actively.

Of course, there was also a lot of sincerity in wanting to apologize to him in addition to such a calculating thought.

"I'm late for bed today. Grab a pear."

"No! I've seen him on the Internet before, and he's not feeling well when he grows up."

It was completely unfounded, and although many men in the world lied in their mouths to have sex with their girlfriends, the euphemism was not necessarily pointed out.

"As Sam said, it's late today, so I'll do it for you. You just stay put."

"Yeah? Yeah, I'd appreciate it."

Isn't there anything bad?

Eugene frees Eucharist's Yucata.

Then he throws off his clothes.

"Do you really need to know how much I love you?"

"Is that what you want to know? It just comes out of words and eyes."

"Then you have nothing to worry about! You'll see it all."

So far, Eugene's Pelacchio has all been in a standing or sitting position.

It was his first time serving a lying teacher, so Eugene tied his head with a strap on his wrist.

The look of Eugene tied to the ponytail was very sexy, neatly arranged to the side hair and fine hair.

Chest rattling left and right according to hand movements, armpits gathering both hands behind your head, or even a headband biting through your mouth.

So I decided to keep an eye on it a little bit longer.

"Eugene."

"Umm?"

"Stay put."

Eugene, who bites his headband with his lips, looks at Eugene with suspicious eyes.

After what he said, he noticed what position he was in.

Smile with pride.

She felt better when she realized that her grades appealed to her husband.

Maybe it's a reward hearing for the moment I was thinking about my own sexuality while living in a hotel.

Eugene stretches out his chest as if he wanted to see his arms wider.

"What a sight."

"Hehehe..."

After touching Eugene's breast with a brilliant finish, Bessie smiles with a tickling smile.

Eugene even tied his head with the strap of his mouth.

Stopped feet, often called goose zones, are also very good for Eugene, who has a small head size.

I even tied my head up with a ponytail, but my little face looked smaller.

Eugene grabs his stuff and swings around with a crooked cock.

When the cock is still dry, he likes to do it with his mouth, so he opens his mouth and tucks his tongue into the epidermis around his earlobe.

"Page, 쯉.... I think I'm getting a little used to this too."

"Eugene learned it so quickly."

"Ugh, compared to other women now."

Eugene, who frowned a little dislike, climbed on the table with determination.

So you still look at your cock with your mouth open and you squeeze it into your anus.

In other words, he took 69 positions.

"You shouldn't look so surprised... Eve..."

"Eugene, if you're uncomfortable, you don't have to do this."

"No, it's because I want to do something."

Due to the size difference between the two, Eugene had to open his thighs to avoid stepping on the table.

In addition, Eugene's pussy, which loosened out the naughty odor, was immediately in front of her face and over her chest, with an appropriate kidney difference.

Eugene never looks back, whether it's embarrassing or not.

Lie on the lower half of the Eucharist and ask questions.

"Phew... Phew... I think I'm too stubborn... I'm sorry I didn't believe you or didn't like you."

"You're done talking about it. Don't worry too much."

Below is a contemporary mockery of the baby girl wrapped around her cock.

The rubber she was so meticulous at the top.

Moreover, it was an addition in that it opened its own legs, even though it did not force it.

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